La Bocca (the mouth) (The Spitfire) (2 page)

"I'm not Italian."

I rolled my eyes at that; I've heard that word in every mafia
movie known to man.

"Maybe we can work out the same kind of arrangement you had
with the old man."

"What kind of arrangement?"

"I don't know, what kind of arrangement did you have, I mean
your rent is a joke, no way that's the going rate in this neighborhood even if
it is a piece a shit. So you must've been paying it off some other way, plus he
gave you a job right downstairs, pretty cushy if you ask me."

"Are you implying, ...did you just, ... where's my gun? Hey you,
in the corner, let me see your gun for a minute?"

"Ahhhh." that was his bright answer.

"Would you settle down?"

"No I will not settle down, I'm eighteen years old; Paulie
has to be a hundred and ten and you're implying that I slept with him for a job
and a subpar apartment? How dare you?"

"Calm the fuck down
Rossi before I make you, and the next time you threaten me you better be ready
to back that shit the fuck up, don't think for a second that I won't do a
woman."

I was mad as hell but I was also unarmed and defenseless, not that
I would really draw down on him, I'm not entirely stupid, but damn he made me
mad with that crack.

"I'm not apologizing to you so stop sulking."

Oh will the insults never cease? I gave him a good glare for that
one.

"Go fuck yourself." Oy, where the hell did that come from?
Thankfully it just seemed to stun him, not send him into a homicidal rage.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"Let me go find a job.”

"Is waitressing your only qualification?”

"I'm in school, waitressing is flexible and it pays
well." I shrugged my shoulders.

"How about I give you a job in one of my clubs or restaurants
whatever you choose, I'm sure you'll be making a hell of a lot more than you
were here.”

"What's the catch?"

"I need you to move out of here in a week, I’ll hook you up
with a nicer place for the same shit money you're paying here. Do we have a
deal?"

"Two things, first I have to see the apartment and the club,
and second as long as you remember my last name is Rossi and not
Magdalene."

"What the fuck?"

"I think that's the lady in the bible..."

"I know who it is Mikey."

"Well, now that we've got that covered when can I see this
place?"

"Just like that, after two weeks of your bullshit?"

"You didn't ask before, you ordered."

"Ord...are you fucking shitting me?"

"I shit you not."

What the hell am I gonna do with this girl, she was driving me
batty and that was saying a lot.

With two sisters who cornered the market on bitchy, I have my fair
share of experience dealing with this shit, but 'mouth ' took the fucking cake.

I've never met anyone like her, neither man nor woman. If she'd
been a dude I would've capped her ass already, just for the aggravation alone.

She was one cool customer too this one. I know she was afraid, not
scared shitless, but she wasn't stupid enough not to appreciate the danger, not
to fear me, but she held up well. No one would ever suspect to hear that mouth
of hers.

When my second lieutenant and brother in law Vincenzo showed up
with a hobbling James I was ready to be done with this shit.

Not with her, but with the situation.

Her I think I will be dealing
with for a long time to come.

"You!" the dumb fuck started off on the wrong foot
already. Pointing at 'mouth' with a scowl while hopping on his crutches.

"Hey Jimmy, how's your ass?" she made a pistol out of
her fingers and shot at him.

Lord why me, the Staccos couldn't take me down so you sent this
nut job to finish me off? She had to be somebody's idea of a secret weapon.

"Why you little bitch." he made as if to go after her. I
didn't like that one fucking bit; if anyone was gonna go upside 'mouth's' head
it will be me.

"James settle the fuck down. Now you wanna tell me again what
the fuck happened up there?"

"Hey man I already told you." He was starting to sweat
already.

"Tell me again." I know this guy's a fuck up of the
first order but he knew better than to fuck with me. If I didn't like what he
had to say, I just might put my foot in his ass.

"Start talking."

"Like I said, I knocked
on the door and told her who I was and why I was there. She opened the door all
huffy and shit. I told her what you said and I guess she didn't like it because
next thing I know she's waving a gun around. I tried to get the hell outta
there and this crazy bitch just shot me."

I looked over at Rossi to see if she was going to defend herself.

She had her head back on the chair, eyes closed. Yep, one crazy
ass bitch. She's in a room with four armed men, well three and a half, and what
does she do? She fucking feigns sleep.

"Hey Rossi are we boring you here?"

"Oh is the performance over, I'm sorry." she pretended
to wipe sleep from her eyes while fake yawning.

This fucking chick.

"You have anything to say to this?"

"I already told you my version king Solomon, now it's up to
you to decide who's telling the truth, but if there's any splitting in two to
be done, I say cut Jimmy's other butt cheek make it all even."

"How bout I cut your fucking..."

"James for the last time, shut the fuck up, and you, stop
with the bullshit and answer me. Do you have anything to say? It's only fair
that a man gets to face his accuser."

"I knew you wouldn't believe me." she folded her arms in
a huff, now she was acting like a brat who didn't get her way.

"I didn't say I didn't believe you."

"Shane..." I gave
James a look to shut him the fuck up. I knew she was telling me the truth but I
needed her to say it in front of him. The lying fuck.

"It's like I told you, he tried to grab my ass and I
pretended to go into the bedroom to change into slut wear, as if." She
sneered at him while turning up her nose like he was something foul.

"I came out with my gun, he had his pants halfway off by the
time I got back and when he saw the gun he tried to run and I shot him. Now
genius, if you were standing at the door, why were your pants off, second, why
is there no bullet hole in your pants?"

She had a point, that could easily be verified. I turned to look
at him to see how he would try to weasel himself out of this one.

He looked like a fluttering fish that had gone too far on the sand
and couldn't get back to the water.

"Well she tried to..."

"Stop lying James it's embarrassing. Tell me why I shouldn't
cap your ass right fucking now?"

"I'm family..."

He started with the same bullshit excuse he always fell back on
when he fucked up.

"Yeah, family who I sent on an errand in my name and you
accosted a young woman while doing business IN MY MOTHERFUCKING NAME." I
was yelling by the time I was through. He stepped the fuck back while Vinnie
and Mikey stepped up to flank him, ready to do whatever I asked.

"Okay hood rats, calm down boys, the boy is green and horny,
that's no reason to kill him. I'm thinking the shot to the ass is punishment
enough for his troubles. Just keep him away from me and maybe he'll live to see
his next birthday."

I just looked at her, now she was telling me how to run my shit.

"Get out of here James; I'll deal with you later."

As the fuck was leaving he looked back over his shoulder at me
with a puppy dog look on his face.

"Don't tell ma okay?"

Fuck, no respect.

"Get the fuck outta here
before I blow out your kneecaps."

He hobbled as fast as he could, yeah I might think twice about
killing him, but there's nothing stopping me from maiming his dumb ass.

"Right, looks like I'm done here, can I go now?"

"I thought you wanted to see your new apartment and where
you'll be working."

"What, now?"

"Why not, you got something better to do?"

Or someone maybe, I'm sure she had to have men falling all over
her gorgeous ass. Once you got past that mouth of hers the rest of the package
was spectacular.

"Okay, if you're sure let me go up and get my bag and
stuff."

"Sure go ahead." What the fuck, I had shit lined up to
do for the rest of the day, I didn't have time to be chauffeuring her around.
But I wasn't quite ready to leave her company.

She left the room, that hot
ass of hers hugged sweetly in those tight as fuck jeans, damn. I almost licked
my lips.

"You better check her bag when she comes back bro." This
was Mikey's suggestion as if I was too green to know that.

"Thanks for the info."

"That bad?"

"Vinnie man you have no idea, she makes our wives look like
amateurs."

Vinnie whistled between his teeth.

"I think our bro here is in for a hell of a time, it'll be
fun to see who comes out on top in this little war they got going on."

"Shut the fuck up Mikey, you two pussy whipped mother fuckers
are just sad, watch and learn boys, watch and learn." The fucks fell all
over themselves laughing. Fuckers.

"I want someone on her from now on."

"Any particular reason?" Vinnie asked.

'Because it's what I want, better make it Tommy."

Tommy was one of my best men, the woman was more trouble than she
was worth, somehow I don't think I'm the only one she gets mouthy with,
whatever she'd done before today was out of my control, but from now on I'll
look out for her until I didn't feel the need to do it anymore. Which could be
never.

Whatever! I never questioned myself or second guessed my
instincts. Right now they were screaming at me to keep 'mouth' close. So that's
what I'll do. What the fuck will come of it was anyone's guess.

"Let's roll Tony Montana." She bounced back into the
room.

I might end up killing her before the day was out, save myself the
fucking headache.

I have no idea how the fuck we ended up at my building. I had no
intentions on moving her into my high rise ,but for some fucked up reason we ended
up here, on my floor, at a fifteen thousand dollar a month pad at one of the
best addies in the fucking city if not the state.

I had to glare the two
fuckwads better known as my brothers in law into submission since they were
finding this shit funny. Probably thought I was becoming as whipped as their
sorry asses. Fuck if I'd ever let that happen, especially not by some slip of a
girl with trots of the mouth.

"What're we doing here?"

"I thought you wanted to see your new place?"

"Your cheese fall off your cracker Don Corleone?"

"Say what now." I knew this bitch was touched, what the
fuck was she talking about, cheese and crackers?

"You hungry?" I looked at her perplexed.

"You're not too bright are you Shane?"

"How bout I clock you in that mouth of yours, would you like
that?"

She batted her fucking eyes at me. Just once, one little tap right
across that mouth of hers, it would go a long way to assuaging my damn
aggravation.

"Now what the fuck were you saying?"

"Never mind Rocky, but seriously dude, this place must cost a
mint, I paid three fifty a month in rent, there's no way I can afford the rent
on this place, are you bent?"

"Didn't I say you'd have the same deal, and stop with the
insults before I really pop you one."

Ma would understand, she was
always preaching to me about stress and shit, I just had to tell her the mouth
was stressing me the fuck out, yeah that'll work.

"What's the catch, I mean how do you see me paying this
off?"

"You're really obsessed with me fucking you aren't you
mouth?"

"Whatever Tiny." she walked off.

Did she just insult my dick?

"You two shut the fuck up." Snickering fucks, I should
shoot one of them just for the hell of it that ought to shut them both the hell
up. Maybe not, then I'd have to deal with one of my crazy ass sisters. Fucking
women.

"Are you always this difficult?" I followed her over to
the wall of windows with a view over the city skyline

"Only when I'm being played."